Tyrone’s gaze traced every inch of her body, his breath growing heavier with each passing moment.

He forced his eyes away, wrapped her in the blanket, and gently wiped away her makeup.

Ding!

Taking out Sabrina’s phone from her coat pocket, Tyrone unlocked its screen.

A message from Trevor read, “Sabrina, have you reached home?”

A flicker of irritation lit Tyrone’s eyes as he wrestled with his internal tumult, replying, “Yes, I’m home.”

hear Quickly typing, Tyrone said, “It’s late.

Trevor replied, “Good night.”

skimmed through their past

were standard, no hints of hidden intentions.

hidden dynamics played

Tyrone’s features as he powered down the phone

sleepwear, he eased under the blanket beside Sabrina, drawing

A sensation he’d missed.

was nestled in his

her hair, he drifted into

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